Page 2 of On Thin Ice

Oh, yes!

I’d been flirting and teasing him since the day we met, but no matter how obvious my dirty little wishes were, Bryce ignored them and focused on my skating. Which I appreciated, since my movements had definitely become more fluid and precise since we started working together, but damn it, what would it take to get his hands on me?

God, I’m losing my mind...

I needed to focus on the upcoming Olympics. There were only a few days left before the biggest competition of my life, and yet all I could think about was fucking my coach.

“Push harder into your edges,” Bryce ordered me.

Oh, fuck!

He usedthatvoice. Stern. Confident. Just a little bit seductive.

Liquid fire dampened my panties, and I silently thanked the universe for wearing black tights, and not the usual flashy dresses I wore during the competitions. Otherwise, there’d be no way in hell he wouldn’t notice just how wet I was.

And yet ... would it really be that bad if he did? After all, I wasn’t exactly hiding the fact that I wanted him. He just didn’t know how much.

And he definitely didn’t know that I had used my toys while daydreaming about him more than once, imagining it was his cock stretching me, filling me, ruining me instead of my dildo.

My cheeks burned as I wondered, for the hundredth time, how hung he was. I’d seen his bulge a few times, and if I had to guess, he was big. But how big? Would he fit inside me? And what would he look like completely naked? How would he sound moaning my name?

Fuck. I need to focus.

Shaking my head, I spiraled along the ice, picking up speed. I heard Bryce instructing me to do a triple axel into a quadruple toe loop, followed by a Biellmann spin,along with all the choreographed steps. That mix was my signature movement, the one that had also brought me first place at the Four Continents Championship.

It was also a mix that always gave me confidence, making me feel sexy and desired.I couldn’t exactly point out why, but the mix of elegance and power in each gesture I made during this combo, the way I looked and how in control I felt while doing them, always empowered me.

Everything blurred around me as I let my body and muscles take control. I felt the ice glide beneath my skates as I launched myself into the jumps. The world ceased to exist as I counted the rotations in my mind. The impact reverberated through me as I arched and began to spin elegantly.

As I began my choreographed steps, undulating my body and letting my long, blonde hair swirl around me, I asked myself if he was looking at me. Not as a coach, but as a man.

Making the final, fluid, languorous movement, I froze in the middle of the rink in my final pose. My eyes instinctively shot to him, and despite how quickly he composed himself, I caught a glimpse of the lust written all over his face.

“Very good, Livia,” he praised me, his words making the warmth in my lower belly spread. “We’re done for today. You should rest for the rest of the day. Tomorrow morning we have a long flight.”

I skated toward him and stepped off the ice.

“Thank you.”

He helped me take off my skates, and as soon as I felt his hand on my body, supporting me, fire blazed through my insides. I smiled and leaned into him a little more than necessary, savoring the moment as much as I could.

“I’ll go take a shower and after that, we’re free to go,” I said, looking at him through my eyelashes. “You know, if you want, you can join me.”

My face burned as those words left my lips. Fuck, I couldn’t believe I told him that! He raised his brows, and he seemed as surprised as I was. Oh, God, what might he think about me now?

I mean, we’d flirted, and he was more than likely used to having women fawning all over him and hitting on him, but damn, I might have been a little too direct. He was my coach. His reputation would be ruined if people learned he fucked his skater.

God, what if I pushed the limits so much that he’ll change his mind about training me? Does he see me now as a whore?

Bryce narrowed his eyes while studying my face with something that looked like stern curiosity. The silence seemed to prolong into an eternity. My heart beat faster and stopped at the same time as I stared at him, waiting for his reaction.

Fuck! I messed this up bad!

And then he smirked.

“Careful, Livia. I might be tempted to accept the offer.”

Oh, fuck!

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